Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Surviving Encounters with Murderers and Creepy Strangers in Florida and Arkansas #16

Episode Date: October 19, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #creepystories #strangerdanger #murderencounters #truehorror #realfear  Surviving Encounters with Murderers and Creepy Strangers in Florida and Arkansas shares chilling real-life experiences of danger on the road and in everyday situations. From narrowly escaping violent individuals to unnerving encounters with strangers, these stories show how quickly ordinary moments can turn life-threatening. This collection highlights courage, survival instincts, and the chilling unpredictability of human behavior.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, creepystories, strangerdanger, murderencounters, truehorror, realfear, chillingencounters, unsettlingmoments, nearfatal, urbanhorror, travelhorror, darkencounters, nightmarefuel, survivalhorror, fearinthewild

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and you realize if one tiny detail had been different, life as you know it might not even exist? That's kind of how this whole thing starts. Back in 1989, long before I even had memories of my own, my dad was living in Daytona Beach, Florida. He was a deacon at church, mom sang in the choir, and I was just a bouncing little baby girl strapped in the back seat most of the time. We looked like the picture-perfect Christian family, church on Sundays, potlucks, volunteering,

always trying to help people out. My parents were the type to stop and give someone a ride or hand over their last dollar if somebody needed it more. That whole good-hearted streak, though, it could have cost my dad his life, if not for the fact that I was strapped into that car seat behind him one sunny afternoon. It happened like this. Dad was driving home from my grandparents' place in Ormond Beach. To get there, he had to cross the Granada Bridge, and on that particular day, traffic was stopped because the drawbridge was up. As he sat there waiting, he noticed a woman hitchhiking.

She looked rough around the edges, but Dad's whole thing was helping strangers. Without hesitation, he waved her over and offered her a ride. At first, she seemed really into it, kind of hyper, quick to say yes, but then she leaned forward just enough to see me in my car seat. Something in her face shifted instantly. She went from all smiles to tight-lipped and twitchy, like she wasn't sure she wanted to be there anymore. She told him no thanks. She didn't need a ride after all.

But Dad insisted he never took no easily when he thought he was helping someone. Finally, she slid into the seat. The whole ride she was weirdly jittery, fidgeting with her hands, looking out the window like she was expecting someone to follow us. But the moment she looked back at me, her whole vibe softened. She kept saying over and over, what a pretty baby I was, how my dad was lucky to have me, how God must have blessed him. The words were nice, but the way she kept repeating them gave my dad goosebumps.

Before she got out, she looked right at him and said something he never forgot. You thank God for that little girl. You have no idea how lucky you are. They dropped her at some bar in downtown Descona and thought nothing of it until later. That night, Mom and Dad were watching the news. The screen flashed to a sketch drawing of a wanted woman. Dad shot up from the couch and started yelling at the TV. That's her. That's the woman. I just gave her a ride.

The news anchor said her name, Eileen Warnos. She was wanted for multiple murders. Yeah, that Eileen Warnos, the infamous serial killer. My dad swears on his life that if I hadn't been in that car, he might have been her next victim. The only reason she backed off was because I was there, a baby. She couldn't bring herself to harm. That was just the first of the strange encounters my family seems cursed to stumble into. And unfortunately, I've had my fair share since growing up. Fast forward years later, I'm 15, living with mom and our dog in northern Florida. We'd ended up in this two-story apartment complex that sat right next to an old cemetery. It wasn't the ideal setup, but the rent was cheap, and mom said we'd only be there until she got a better job. Our place was decent enough, but being next to rows of crumbling gravestones wasn't

exactly the view I'd dreamed about. Our routine was pretty simple. School got out at three. Mom would pick me up on her lunch break, drop me. me at home, then go back to work until five. Most days she got home around 5.30. That meant I usually had a couple of hours of freedom in the afternoons. Like any other teenager, I didn't mind. It meant video games with zero interruptions, snacks in the living room and music blasting without anyone telling me to turn it down. One Friday, though, things went sideways. Mom called to say

she had to stay late at work and wouldn't be home until around eight. I shrugged it off, more gaming time for me, right? Around 6.15, my dog started whining, so I decided to take him out. As I headed downstairs toward the front door, I heard this sound, heavy breathing. Not light, normal breathing, but the ragged kind you'd hear from someone who just sprinted a mile. My stomach dropped. I turned my head slowly toward the door, and that's when I saw him. There was a man standing there with his face pressed against the glass of our front door. He was tall, had to be six foot seven at least. Shirtless, easily in his 50s.

He had one of those thick lumberjack beards and these... There's so much rugby on Sports Exeter from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've met every Champions Cup match exclusively live. Plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. you are seeing all the best European rugby all in the same place.

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biggest knife I could find. My voice cracked, but I managed to shout, get the hell out of here. For a moment, he didn't react at all, just stood there like my words didn't even register. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away, slow and steady, like nothing was wrong. You think that was the end of it, right? Wrong. An hour later, around 7.30, it was getting dark. I hadn't seen him again, so I figured maybe he'd just been some drunk guy who wandered off. My dog still needed his walk, though, and he was getting restless. Against my better judgment, I leashed him up and headed outside. Our usual route went right past the cemetery. Normally it didn't bother me, but that night, the air felt heavy. My skin prickled, and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone,

was watching us. My dog froze, ears perked, then started barking like crazy. He wouldn't budge an inch forward. I followed his gaze toward the cemetery, and my stomach dropped again. There he was, the same man. Only now he looked different. He wasn't just standing there. He was leaning on something. As I squinted into the dim light, I realized it was a shovel. At his feet, was a red bag, a bag that, horrifyingly, had what looked like a human foot sticking out of the bottom. Was this guy actually digging a grave? My brain raced. It couldn't be real. Maybe it was a mannequin, maybe I was seeing things, but then he looked up at me and smiled, the creepiest, most chilling smile I've ever seen, like he was daring me to say something. Then, as if I was

didn't even exist, he went right back to digging. I yanked my dog's leash and sprinted home. By the time I burst through the door, Mom had just gotten home. I told her everything in a rush, shaking so badly I could barely hold the knife I still had in my hand. She didn't waste a second, called the cops right then. They went out to the cemetery, but of course they, quote, found nothing, no shovel, no bag, no man. We moved out a few months later, and I've never heard a word about it since. To this day, I wonder if he was burying something or someone that night. Not all the creepy stories in my family come from me, though.

Some came from my uncle, who swore up and down that what he told us was true. He's gone now, but before he passed, he shared one memory that still makes me shiver. It was the mid-1980s in Arkansas. His girlfriend at the time dragged him to a wedding out on some ranch, way out in the sticks. The setup was pretty, he said, a big clearing surrounded by thick woods that went on for miles. They were literally in the middle of nowhere. It took him three hours to get there from where he lived. He didn't know many people at the wedding, but there was an open bar, music blasting, and a dance floor under strings of lights.

Even he, who never danced, ended up moving his feet that night. After about an hour of awkwardly channeling Saturday night fever, his feet hurt, and he sat down near the edge of the dance floor. He started rubbing his ankles when he noticed movement beyond the lights, near the tree line maybe 40 yards away. It was hard to make out with the darkness, but it looked like someone dragging another person into the woods. At first he laughed. The bridesmaids were wearing these bright yellow dresses, and he swore he saw a flash of that yellow. He thought it was just some drunk couple sneaking off to do whatever couples do in the woods. He was tipsy himself so he didn't give it a second thought.

But two days later, his stomach dropped. News broke that one of the bridesmaids had gone missing after the wedding. The police came around and my uncle told them what he'd seen, even though it made him feel sick to admit he hadn't said anything sooner. The next day they found her body in the woods, dismembered, scattered. Some parts never even recovered. The killer was never found. My uncle carried guilt over that for years.

He always said if he hadn't laughed it off, maybe she'd still be alive. She wasn't even 20 years old. Her whole life ahead of her. And it ended... There's so much rugby on Sports Extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby.

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And if there's one lesson I've taken from all of it, it's this. Evil doesn't always wear a mask or carry a knife out in the open. Sometimes it looks like a woman hitchhiking. Sometimes it's a man smiling from behind thick glasses. Sometimes it's just a shadow at the edge of a dance floor. And sometimes, if you're not paying attention, it's already closer than you think.